When Jane opened the door all she saw was blood, lots and lots of blood. The
only thing missing was a body. When she walked out to talk to Maura, she noticed that Maura was crying.
"Maura, what's wrong?" Jane asked.
"I saw what happened." Maura said as she wiped tears away.
"What do you mean?" Jane, confused as ever, asked.
"She was my sister!" Maura replied as tears started rolling again. "I was
walking in her apartments front door when I looked and saw her on the floor
DEAD! He was standing over her body, the killer. He hit me over the head and I
can not remember what else happened."
When she reach the end of her story Jane picked her jaw up from the ground and
pulled Maura in for a hug while whispering " We will find him."
When Jane returned to the office she walk strait into the morgue to find the
body but it was not there. She was asking everyone where it was, but they only
told her to ask Maura.
At the end of her shift she went over to Maura's house to talk.
"Hey, Maura. It's me, Jane. Can I come in?"
"Sure." She replied with a monotone voice. The door was unlocked which was
weird because she always locks her doors.
As Jane walked in she said, "You ok?"
"Yeah I guess." Maura muttered.
"So, can I ask you some questions?" Jane hesitantly asked.
"Sure why not."
"Where you close to your sister?" Jane questioned.
"Yeah, Every week we had a sister day. We did different stuff like
movies and game night stuff like that." Maura said as the tears started rolling
again. Jane knew that Maura had been crying because she had a bunch of tissues everywhere.
"One last question. When you woke up did you see her body?"
No not at all. All I saw was the blood." Maura replied. As she sits lays there
she wipes the tears away.
"Is that all?" Maura asked. Jane could tell that Maura did not want to be
alone.
"Do you need me to do anything for you?" Jane asked in a friendly voice.
"Sure will you keep me company?" Maura asked hopping she would say yes.
"I would love too." Jane replied smiling as she crawled it to the bed next to
Maura.
